The dreaded 2 week wait..

April 12, 2008

I swore than no matter how much I wanted to, I would not do a home pregnancy test. I am proud to say I stuck to my guns.

I've heard about the dreaded 2 week wait and went through many of then in past failed fertility treatments. But for some reason this was the worst. Maybe it was because we REALLY wanted it to work.

The first week went by pretty much uneventful. Lots of things occupied my time which helped alot. The second week however was not as fun. Tick Tock Tick Tock is all I could hear at work and home.

Looking back the good part was that we were to get our phone call on a Saturday when we were home to receive the news if it was successful or not. Every day that crept closer to that Saturday I was filled with more and more doubt that it worked. Never being pregnant before I had no idea how my body should feel. I swore that my cycle was going to start soon but was not making it's show due to the fertility drugs I had taken.

So now it's Saturday, April 12th. Michael had to go out in the morning and I was doing my best to keep occupied.

9:00 am the phone rings. My heart leaps into my throat. It's my mother. Calling for something that I don't even remember now but becoming annoyed that the phone is being tied up (we do have caller ID you know). But still. Mom knew what we were going through but we kept it hushed from the rest of the family. We weren't worried about them asking about it all the time rather that Michael was to surprise everyone if it worked or to keep the disappointment minimal if it didn't. So I let Mom know that I needed to go since I was waiting for "the" call.

10:00 am the phone rings. Again my heart starts pounding. It's Michael's sister. She doesn't know what's going on so I'm trying to keep annoyance out of my voice. I still don't remember why she called.

I think at some point I cried a little just from the pure, built up emotional roller coaster. The reason I write this is that if you know me well, I'm not a very emotional person. I just thought it was strange and noteworthy since Michael could probably count on one hand the number of times he's seen me cry.

Now I decided the house needs cleaning and dust everything in sight and pull out the vacuum. But I was smart and hooked the phone onto my belt so I could hear it ring. Well, Michael called twice and left a message - neither that I heard. Guess I forgot to put the volume on high. So panic set in thinking I missed "the" call. Scrolling through caller ID history I saw I was safe.

Michael is home now and eagerly comes in asking "Anything yet?" Nope, not yet I replied.

The vacuuming has moved upstairs now and the phone volume is on high. I was smart this time.
2:00 pm on the dot the phone rings. I see that it's the doctor's office and my heart is really pounding now. I sit on the window seat in our bedroom and answer the phone.

The sweet nurse on the other end, after typical phone introductions, pauses (for an eternity) and says, "Congratulations, you're pregnant". Never hearing those words before brought on such quick and strong feelings I immediately burst into tears sobbing. I vaguely heard her chuckling on the other end while she gave me further instructions - new medicine to begin, when the next blood test will be, etc. I swear that all she heard from me were squeaks, sniffling and a "thank you".

Hanging up I continued to cry and realized I need to get my butt outside to tell Michael. I composed myself the best I could and by the time I reached the back porch, I was a bundle of sobs again. He looks up from the driveway and see me. Back to the point of he rarely sees me cry, he thought it didn't work. I still remember the look of concern on his face as we walked toward each other. Not 10 feet apart and in between sobs I managed a "we're pregnant" before sobbing more. Hugging each other he wouldn't let go since he was crying too. This momentus event did warrant him some tears although I still tease him when he gets teary eyed over chick flicks and Hallmark commercials.

We make it back inside so the neighbors don't see what a mess I was and I couldn't stop crying and pacing the kitchen.
After a few minutes I was fine and called my mom. Michael still wanted to wait a while before we told our families. What agony!